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to. She has been safe for a lot of years on her own. She hasn’t needed you to interfere with her. You need to go back to work. This is putting you at risk and taking away from the healing work you’ve done on yourself.”
    I speak into the phone but still watch through the binoculars, “She needs me as much as I need her.”
    “You’re wrong. You need her far more. I’m excited you have found her. Her DNA matches the mystery DNA from the Spicer’s home. She is the girl. Her fingerprints were on the gun. We all believe you now. No one believes you shot your sister, not anymore. That is an amazing breakthrough for you. You need to let her go, until you can play a part in her healing, when she’s ready to meet you. I don’t even know how we’ll wake her up without putting her further back. I’ve never handled something like this before. Her DNA doesn’t match the Spicers. She wasn’t their child. That means she was abducted and that means we will have a whole other ball of wax to contend with. God knows what they did to her. Just trust me, right now we are on schedule.”
    I sigh, “You better be right about this, Jane.”
    I can hear her tapping her fingers on the phone, “You need to remember, she isn’t your sister, Eli. That, and we all believe you. Your uncle told me your parents are devastated that they never believed you.”
    I press the phone off and focus on my girl again. I don’t give a shit about their feelings, and I don’t see her as my sister. If anyone in the world knows Em is dead, it's me. I killed her by not moving fast enough.
    My girl needs me though. I see it on her face. That’s what I care about.

Chapter Four

    Chicago 2011

    Stuart looks at the fancy house and nods, “If this is her house, holy fuck.”
    I swallow and ignore the millionth phone call from my secretary. I pass my phone to Stuart, “Tell Nancy I had to take a meeting, and I have the design team working on the sketches she needs for the water plant.” The words are flat and dead. My heart hurts.
    I open the door to the truck and climb out. My shoes gleam in the midday sun. I look up at the house, clutching the envelope.
    I climb the front steps, knock and try not to throw up. I don’t look back at Stuart; he makes being weak okay. I can't handle that right now.
    A tall man opens the door. He looks at me funny, “Can I help you?”
    I shake my head, it’s my natural response to that question. I pass him the envelope, “I can help you.”
    He frowns and opens it. His jaw clenches. His eyes lift, searching mine for truth or trickery. “How?” he says slowly.
    I sigh, “It’s a long story, but the hospital had taken her blood the day she was abducted, before the surgery. The police kept it in evidence, in case she ever turned up. It’s a perfect match.”
    His eyes started to water, “HELEN!” he screams up the stairs. His voice is a shrill sound men don’t make, not normally.
    I don’t know what to do with my hands. His wife comes running, no doubt from the panic in his voice.
    He hands her the envelope. She drops to her knees and sobs into the picture of my girl. My girl at a distance. She shakes, hugging it, “She looks just like my mother, just like my mother.”
    He drops to his knees too, wrapping himself around her.
    They console each other. I look around; I had been hoping to be invited in, but the shock stopped them from seeing the house behind them. They don’t even know where they are. I know that feeling.
    I sit on the concrete beside them, “Her name, that she uses is Emalyn. She has no idea who she is or where she came from. But she is safe.”
    Helen reaches for me, pulling me into the embrace, “You dear boy. How did you find her?”
    I shake my head, “It’s a long story. I just want you to know she’s safe. I know the burden of not knowing.”
    “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Roger mutters in sobs.
    “When can we see her? We’ll pack our bags now.” Helen asks.
    I shake my